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When I see myself,
crossing every line.
When the truth is far from home,
and the home is light
like a bundle of thoughts,
wrapped in a bin bag
and left out in the streets of Camden Town.
Wondering in an ecstatic denial,
counterfeiting my experiences to
build a story through which to sell myself.
No rest in peace but struggle and delirious understanding,
whenever something’s in reach.
No calm desire but hasty confrontation with my calling,
which I let hastily slip.
Exclude me from my love
and stray me from my art
a trait,
of my own perception of my face and my lies.
I struggle with the notion,
of wondrous delights,
I struggle with the notion of trust,
with some relief,
I am fading,
with you.
when I fall asleep
in the dead of night,
when my eyes are closing in,
while my hands are tied,
to a monochrome key
where I can rest pretending that there’s nothing left to see
fighting with my sleep in frantic denial,
tear myself with doubts then blame everything.
That’s the best I know to seclude one’s self.
No rest no peace no struggle but delirious understanding,
whenever something’s in reach
A necessary action makes me bitterly demanding,
delivering what I missed.
Exclude me from my love
and stray me from my art
a trait,
of my own perception of my face and my lies.
I struggle with the notion,
of wondrous delights,
I struggle with the notion of trust,
with some relief,
I am fading,
with you.
Intrigued by the lights I am vulnerable to set my priorities aside,
security, certainty paired up with compromise and disguise.
Impatient and blind and impossible
I let my demons repeatedly crashing on glass when I regain the power to control the actions that caused me to slide.
Exclude me from my love
and stray me from my art
a trait,
of my own perception of my face and my lies.
I struggle with the notion,
of wondrous delights,
I struggle with the notion of trust,
with some relief,
I am fading, with you
